Sir, what if it's too cold?

Xu Muran moved the bedding into the bedroom, spread it carefully, and was about to turn around and go to the living room to get his cosmetic bag, ready to wash up, when he saw Song Xin who had just finished removing her makeup, leaning against the doorway and looking at her with emotion.

"Tomorrow I will rely on you to work all day, and today I wronged you to come to make a floor shop."

She sat down cross-legged on the same spot, looked up at Song Xin, her pupils were full of innocence, "What's the matter, when we were young, the two of us liked to sleep on the floor, and sometimes we shared the quilt."

"Yeah," Song Xin also smiled, "It's been so long before I know it."

A substance called "Nostalgia" slowly diffused in the air, and Xu Muran said softly, "Sister, are you ready?"

Get ready to marry and become a wife, make soup for him, get ready to have a brand new identity and family, and get ready to deal with the opportunities and challenges in the upcoming life together with each other.

"Me?" Song Xin said, "Of course not, I'm not a professional marriage holder."

"But you gotta try, right? Ever heard of that show? The guy said, 'e.'"

A foreign man met a "girl" on social software, and like the beginning of all bloody plots, they fell in love with each other.But the truth is, this "girl" is also a man.

They met offline, and the man happily asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Girl" said, "Before that, I'm sorry, but I have to tell you something. I'm a man."

The other party's expression changed from surprise to calm, and then from calm to joy.

"e."

Life is short, why not give it a try.

"Yes," Xu Muran laughed, "Why don't you give it a try."

"May I help you put on a wedding dress once? To save you from getting up inexperienced tomorrow morning and starting from scratch."

"it is good."

The zipper was slowly closed, and Xu Muran looked at Song Xin whose whole body was filled with radiance for an instant, and was already speechless.

Her current mood is probably the same as those men who saw their wives wearing wedding dresses for the first time, as if their lifelong pursuit suddenly got their wish at this moment.

She admired sincerely: "Sister, you are so pretty."

Song Xin stared at herself in the mirror, stretched out her hand to adjust the position of her veil, and smiled sweetly: "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

In the dark night, some people sleep peacefully, while others toss and turn.

He Zhongli angrily threw the mouse back on the desktop. His wife was already asleep. In order not to wake her up, he only cursed vaguely.

In front of him was a well-worded but terse email: "It was a pleasure to hear from you, but I'm sorry that we..."

His paper was returned by "Physics" without a doubt.

For him, although this is a well-known matter, when it is really put on the bright side, he still looks straight at it with no face.

Cigarette butts were piled up in the ashtray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the air quality in the study was so poor that it was even difficult to breathe.He Zhongli stared at the screen with red eyes, and the veins on his temples bulged.

The dissertation has not been drafted, and the mid-level professional title that was at hand has also been lost. Without a professional title, it means...

The research funding that I can apply for can only stand still.

The fee for the wife to go to the beauty salon, the piano tutoring classes for the children, and even the talk and face of the old man when he played mahjong...

Who is to blame for all this?

He Zhongli stood up suddenly, pushed open the window, felt the cold air rushing towards his face, and his chaotic mind instantly became clearer.

Looking across the dark night, he suddenly thought of a name: Zhou Qing.

As if all the thoughts of resentment found a reasonable starting point in an instant, he thought, if Zhou Qing didn't help him with the data, how could he be reduced to what he is today?

He hasn't been rated as a senior professional title for three consecutive years. Even though his family doesn't put pressure on him and never talks about it in front of him, the gossip of colleagues around him has never been less.

There are very few people around him who are like him, and at this age, they are still mixed up.Those with scientific research prospects have published papers and reviewed their titles early on, and they have a group of doctoral students under them; those without scientific research prospects can also recognize the reality and go into business for more than ten years. Now they are also in the capital. There are three suites in the central area.

And he?

In the eyes of his classmates and friends, he might have become a joke after dinner.

I don't know how long I stood by the window, and the sky began to look pale.

He Zhongli withdrew his gaze, with a sinister smile on his lips, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Zhou Qing, if you don't make me feel better, don't even think of me making you feel better!

Xu Muran yawned, and after greeting the people in the wedding studio and the makeup artist, he leaned aside and closed his eyes to rest.

She was so sleepy that everything she saw was a double image.

In the future, in the future, I must not stay up all night again...

While waiting for Song Xin to put on makeup, Xu Muran was still very free, that is, listening to the makeup artist, helping others with things and helping others.This leisure lasted until the bridegroom came to the door, and it was not broken.

In order to heighten the joyful atmosphere of the wedding day, small games during the reception are essential.Xu Muran discussed with Song Xin all night, and finally decided on two plans.

She bent her lips with a smile, and said to Xiong Ming who was full of eagerness: "You find her shoes first, if there are no shoes, how can the bride go out with you?"

Hearing this, Xiong Ming called his best man and started looking for shoes.Seeing him running around like a headless chicken, Xu Muran couldn't bear it, and was about to give him a reminder, but Song Xin's mother stopped him: "Don't remind him, let him look for it."

She looked at Song Xin's mother, and heard her say with a smile: "I was married back then—I heard that your Uncle Song was looking around in the room, and that the longer you search, the better your life will be in the future. You just let He looks for it, just don’t find it and delay the ceremony.”

The parents of the bride had already spoken, so it was naturally difficult for her to say anything in person.Seeing the time go by faster and faster, she found a free time and whispered in the best man's ear, "The shoes are in the big bowl on the second floor of the closet against the wall."

The best man thanked her, quickly found the shoes, and handed them to Xiong Ming.

Holding the shoes in both hands, Xiong Ming asked, "I found the shoes, can I go in and pick them up?"

"Not yet," Xu Muran put his index finger on his lips, thinking about it pretending to be distressed, "There is one more."

She took out five photos from behind her like a magic trick, "Tell me, these were all taken when you went somewhere, and what did you do?"

Xiong Ming took the photo, and his frowning brows relaxed instantly: "The first one, it's the first day we met, I asked her out for coffee..."

Xu Muran looked at the fine lines of laughter under his eyes, and listened to his precious narration, suddenly, as if something in his heart fell to the ground.

Song Xin has already found someone who can be with her for the rest of her life, so what about herself?

Her, and Zhou Qing?

Will it be like what Song Xin said, life is short, why not give it a try?

She slowly took out the key, opened the door of Song Xin's room, turned her head and smiled playfully at the groom—

"Now, you can go and meet your bride."

In a blink of an eye, the hour hand has pointed to noon.

Although I have rehearsed it many times in my mind, I still feel at a loss when I am actually on the scene.Xu Muran had no time to care about the beautiful and dreamy decorations at the scene, and his whole heart was chasing after Song Xin: "How are you doing, are you nervous?"

Song Xin had already changed into the ceremony gauze that would appear in front of the guests. Her naturally good figure was wrapped in a mermaid-shaped skirt, and her long white tail trailed on the ground.

"Let me see if your hair is messy... Hey, there seems to be a thread here, I cut it for you... Wait, I seem to have something else..."

"Okay," Song Xin smiled softly, and called her to stop, "Let's take a break."

"You've done a good job. You've been busy with me all morning. How could there be anything you didn't do well?"

"But..." Xu Muran said nervously, "What if..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the temporary dressing room was pushed open, and it was Xiong Ming who said, "Let's go baby, it's time for us to play."

Song Xin squeezed Xu Muran's hand and shook it: "Trust me."

Her voice was still as persuasive as when she was a child, and Xu Muran's heart was strangely soothed: "Then... that's good."

As expected, the wedding was exactly as Song Xin said, everything was proceeding in a smooth and error-free state, but Xu Muran felt flustered for no reason.

She watched the parents of both parties speak on the stage, the newcomers exchanged their thoughts, and began to shed tears when they talked about the emotion.

This wedding was somewhat the same as the ones she had attended before, but also somewhat different.

She took out her mobile phone, took a picture and sent it to Moments, with the words: Sister happy newly married, long time: p

Not long after, someone liked the reply, and Zhou Qing's reply was particularly conspicuous among them: I wish my sister a happy marriage for a hundred years.

Xu Muran looked at the line of words, and his cheeks became hot unconsciously: A, it's not your sister...it's mine!Besides, Zhou Qing should be older than Song Xin, right?

In the second half of the ceremony, the couple had already made a toast, Xu Muran finally had the opportunity to drag his sore and numb body to take a share of the feast.

Just after taking a few bites, the phone rang with a rapid incoming call.While wondering who would call her at this time, she quickly swallowed what was in her mouth: "...Hello?"

"Xiao Xu? I'm Lu Tianhua. I'm coming to work now, and I'm going to the scene soon."

Now, now?She stared dumbfounded at the skirt on her body, then raised her head with complicated emotions to look at the alluring garlic steak in front of her, as if seducing her...

Really, are you going to show up now?